Thursday, April 18, 2013

In Which We Learn About Spring

Here at Oakmoor's Revenge, we sometimes like to take a break from the irascible din of politics and focus on the gentler aspects of the world; those that remind us of the importance of and the redemption within the bucolic virtues. "Man does not live on bread alone," said someone, and we would like to add that he is equally unable to live solely off the skewering of blighted, cockamamie statist ideologies. There are moments where a change is desirous, even necessary.

To wit, here presented is a brief photo essay of some of the Spring activities in which we have been engaged---a tour of the rustic, earthbound undertakings which delight the soul and awaken in man the timeless ardor for what Thoreau properly termed "absolute freedom and wildness," even if it be entirely within the confines of a taméd middle-class suburb. No matter. Enjoy!

The Spring planting. Pictured here are tomatoes, squash, peppers, kale, collard greens, corn, carrots, cucumbers, and beans. Beneath the layer of compost one finds a stunning colony of earthworms, which means we're doing the right thing. The garden has also attracted a fair number of pollen-happy wasps (soon to be exterminated).

The strawberry patch. Note the straw bedding; hence "straw"berry. Also take note of the jealous, angry chicken just beyond the cage; she clearly wants to get in and eat the strawberries. The joke is on her. She cannot figure out how to lift up the protective cover, for she is but a stupid bird.

A chicken caught dustbathing. Witness the idiotic expression, signifying a complete and total lack of awareness in the peanut-sized brain. It is no wonder we eat these things.

The potato patch. Potatoes are extremely easy to grow---you simply plant them and walk away. Actually, I guess that's what you do with most plants. But these feel easier. 

A very young corn plant. Big things have small beginnings.

A bench project, scheduled for completion sometime around Fall 2016, after which it will be used for sitting.

Somewhere or other there is a worm farm that never came to fruition, along with the mausoleum of a dearly departed chicken. I can't fit everything into one day, though. Oakmoor fans, do you have any spring projects worthy of sharing?

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